secretary

When I was in the second grade, I distinctly remember sitting at my desk, organizing and re-organizing whatever paper and notebooks I had in front of me, like I was a secretary. It was an all-encompassing action that involved touch, smell (remember ditto sheets?), sound, sight and taste (yes, taste). I awaited the handing back of corrected homework with an anticipation reserved for those expecting a loved one to arrive. I so wanted to be a secretary.

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It was, however, bittersweet because as early as seven I knew I wanted to be an artist when I grew up. Little did I know that the love of secretarial work would stay with me for forty odd years and that I would find a way to merge the two.

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The exhibition became homage to the men and women behind the scenes, un-credited and quiet. The set-up itself transformed into a shrine resembling a church with its stained-glass windows, pews, altar and scripture.

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When: 2014  

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Where: The Sultan Gallery  

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Ledgers 1-8 If you’re familiar with our governmental institutions, you may recoil with horror when you see these. They are analog at its cruelest. But once desecrated by art, they become objects of beauty.

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The Kalamazoo Wall Here my days are recorded in a visual diary spanning four months. This is a set of 532 drawings I created using ballpoint pens, pencils, colored pencils, stamps and carbon paper.

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Carbon Emissions, 2012-2014 (From left to right, A-J) I have been working with carbon paper for years now. We have worked well together and I must say that this is one carbon footprint I’m proud of.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]